OCTOBER.
NOVEMBER.
DECEMBER.
Xan had never been so intrigued by the notion of a vampire's death. Was it possible? A natural death, anyway. They had to get old enough for that. I mean, all things end. Right?
Maybe she was already dead, because it seemed like she had arrived in Hell. The motonous routine of her days--that had to be the worst thing ever.
Every day, she just followed Bella around. That's all she did. At school, at home...those being the only two places she went, besides that idiotic Newton's Sporting Goods place.
And she never did anything out of the ordinary. It was always the same.
Her father was the only one to keep Xan sane. He, at least, was interesting to watch at the dinner table, or watching TV--Xan would be watching from outside, of course. His expressions would change as he thought of things, usually about why Bella was being so odd. Many times his expression would turn to that of anger towards, probably, Edward.
If only Xan could explain to him. Then again, she wouldn't get to see those menacing faces he made.
She had thought, in the beginning, that she would keep in touch with Edward and the rest. This was a folly on her part. She always needed to be near Bella, and so the only chances she got to talk to them were at night, while she slept. But they never called her. The first week, she kept waiting for someone to check in. When she finally called Carlisle, he chastised her.
"You must only call if there's an emergency, or you've found Victoria," he explained.
"Doesn't Edward want to know how she's doing?"
"Of course," Carlisle said, for the first time sounding impatient, "but to hear of her, so soon after the departure...it would be best if he didn't hear a word of her for a while. Please, don't call unless it's important."
She hadn't heard a word of him since.
JANUARY.
"Hey, Bella," Charlie said one day, at the dinner table.
"Yes?" Bella answered in her monotone.
"Do you remember Jacob? Jacob Black? Billy's son, I mean."
Bella, after a long, agonizing moment, nodded.
"Well, I was wondering if maybe...you could spend time with him, if only for a little while. After school, I mean. He's making a car. Maybe the two of you could...you know...hang out...it would be for the best."
Finally, Xan thought. Something interesting.
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Hey, guys! Short chapter, I'm aware. And it wasn't that good. But it had to be like that.
A note: I need to borrow the New Moon book from my friend, because I currently don't own one. So I can't start again until I have it. It will be soon, but, you know...just to tell you.
Well, that was a peice of useless information to you.
Anyway...bye.
